The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 But to be honest, Rozim admits that the taste of this self-brewed rum is still good, not much different from the real one, otherwise he would not ask for a whole bottle on hand.

　　 He didn't have the courage to brew it himself, but he still had the courage to take a little home, and it was great.

　　 However, as a wine veteran, Rozim knows that the most basic quality is to get in touch with each other.

　　 There is nothing wrong with it, as soon as you find that there is a reason to use alcohol for money, you must be sure of it.

　　 In this way, you can mix long in a bar, and the boss can "close" to yourself.

　　 So, he coughed, ready to be a sting.

　　 "Boss, it's not that I said you..."

　　 "This wine is not right, boss!"

　　 Suddenly, Rozim was startled by a low growl from his side.

　　 With the light that is better than nothing, the restaurant master of the battle group has now discovered that the sleeping drunk next to him has been replaced by the technical priest of the Spark bridge, Loken.

Uh!

　　 oh...

　　 The two voices sounded almost simultaneously.

　　 Rozim's forehead sweat came out.

　　 Putting aside why the other party will appear here, this weird question is not to be discussed. A technical priest who left his post without authorization will end up after being discovered, everyone knows.

　　 In other words, the life and death of the opponent is now in Rozim's hands.

　　Of course, Rozim won't kill him, but he has to pay for himself this time at least.

　　 But if it were just like this, Rozim wouldn't be so nervous.

　　 As he has been serving in the kitchen and the battle group restaurant, maybe others don’t know him yet, but Loken, who is eligible to enter the battle group restaurant, must also know him...

　　 A restaurant master who left without permission, plus a technical priest who was drunk...

　　 Rozim could imagine how the battle group leader Soshyan would clean up himself.

　　 But looking at the appearance of the opponent lying on the ground, Rozim judged that the opponent might still be in a hangover.

　　 So after giving the name Loken numerous crosses in his heart, Rozim decided to retreat sensibly.

　　 "A bag of carcass starch or three standard military compressed ration sticks."

　　 The tavernkeeper’s calm words made Rozim dispel the idea of ​​sneaking out in the dark.

　　 After gritting his teeth, Rozim touched three middle finger-long compressed ration sticks wrapped in greased paper from his pocket, threw them into the empty small wine glass, and then turned his head and walked out.

　　On the Spark, food is always hard currency.

　　 But, after about a dozen steps out of the bar, Rozim suddenly remembered that the unopened bottle of spirits had been forgotten on the bar.

　　 And he originally planned to take it back to the bedroom, and then slowly tasted it during the rest time when the door was locked.

How to do it? He has paid...

　　 So, out of an instinctive fluke, Rozim turned back and walked back.

　　 The next second, he saw Loken stumbled through the bar door, still carrying his bottle of wine in his hand, and cursing in his mouth.

　　 At almost the same time, both sides saw each other.

　　 So, the restaurant master and technical priest of the battle group stood in a stalemate at a distance of ten meters, and each other's faces were embarrassed.

　　 "Ha, that..."

　　 "I think you left something, get it back for you quickly."

　　 After speaking, the two sides were silent for a few seconds, and then at the same time there was a burst of insincere, dry laughter, trying to calm the atmosphere.

　　 But obviously this was not very successful.

　　 "The weather is good today."

　　 "Ah, yes, I came down to find some mushrooms. I heard that there are delicious mushrooms nearby."

　　 "Oh, oh, I know the dead mushroom that grows on corpses."

　　 Rozim felt that he and the other party were like idiots, not to mention that they were still stuck in this place that would be discovered by others at any time, and talked some nonsense.

　　 "Should we leave here first? I have a safe passage."

　　 Loken pointed to the small road on the right. Rozim thought for a while, and felt that it might not be safe to return to the original road. This guy is a technical priest. In terms of understanding of the structure of the battleship, absolutely no one can surpass him.

　　 Then the road he chose has a high safety factor.

　　 So he nodded, and followed the mechanical cultist who came down to buy a drunk into a secret tunnel.

　　 "So... hiccup!"

　　 Rozim took a drunk hiccup, put his boots on a pile of gears, and said drunkly:

　　 "You are a robot who intends to indecently warrior the leader, but the opponent was beaten."

　　 The master of the battle group restaurant shook his head and let out a playful laugh.

　　 "I don't understand you guys, do you want to **** its exhaust pipe? Or its power jack? You don't panic..."

　　 "You know a piston!"

　　 Loken sitting on the chair dejectedly used mechanical appendages to protect his head, while his right hand continued to send a certain alcohol-fat mixture into his mouth.

　　 "It... it's different! I can feel it! It is a technical product! A perfect masterpiece! By studying it, I can further integrate with Omnisia!"

　　 "So, hiccup! You still want to **** it."

　　 "Shut up! You organic garbage full of reproductive activities!"

　　 Rozim chuckled and stood up danglingly ~www.readwn.com~ His eyes swept around in Loken's workshop.

　　 Suddenly, he noticed a strange instrument on the shoulder of a castle-class combat combat robot, which looked like a huge watering can, with a hose behind it, connected to a half-human-height metal can.

　　 "What's this? It looks like my big oil pot."

"moron!"

　　 Loken threw the wine glass on the table, stood up and patted the metal can behind the combat robot and said:

　　 "The commander of the battle team asked me to develop it, hiccup! A non-lethal weapon specially used to capture targets. It contains a special polymer polymer that must be stored in a cryogenic tank."

　　 said, he pointed to the watering can-like device.

"Once launched, this high-molecular polymer will quickly condense into a tough band-like solid substance that is not afraid of water and fire. This spiral jet can spray it up to 100 meters away. Once it is sprayed, it will be harmful! Statt couldn't break free for a while."

　　 "Just blow it up, even Astarte can't get rid of it."

　　 Rozim snorted, walked around the robot, and then noticed that there was a joystick behind the ejector.

　　 "What is this—"

　　 said, he stretched out his hand.

"Hey!!"

　　 At this time, the door of the Loken Workshop suddenly opened. He is also a technical priest, but Jemini Ford, who is in charge of biology, said from the door to the inside:

　　 "Loken, let me use two of your healthcare robot——"

　　[Door]===8(⊙_⊙)?

　　 Rozim’s finger has already been pressed down...

　　 In the next second, a milky-white liquid gushed out of the ejector in a spiral shape, directly submerging the poor technical priest in it.

"Uh--"